Amariah sat in the pew of the cathedral ignoring every word Gabriel was saying to her. She didn't want to hear it, she wouldn't hear it. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she had never hurt this much. It honestly felt like she was being torn apart. "Your father is going to be alright." Gabriel put a reassuring hand on her shoulder which she shrugged off immediately. "I'm not worried about my father. I'm worried about Adriel."
She sighed getting up from where she was sitting, leaving the Cathedral. She headed back to the shared apartment, avoiding the blood on the carpet from her father. Adriel wasn't there anymore, and she couldn't help wondering if he was okay. She had let her anger in the moment get the best of her, now she was worried she had lost him. Pulling on his sweater she pulled the covers back in climbing into the bed. She wasn't used to sleeping alone anymore. It was foreign, heartbreaking.
In the morning, she turned the TV on, a breaking news report flashed on the TV. "The latest victim of the serial killer that has been named the ghost killer is world famous model Aashiq Banks, who is in critical condition in the ICU of St. Mary's hospital." Amariah dropped her cup of coffee on the floor ignoring the shattering of the glass as she rushed out the apartment. What the humans were calling a serial killer was the work of demons. But a regular demon couldn't hurt Adriel, not like that.
Still too weak to teleport from her own encounter with Lucifer, Amariah had to find her way on foot. She knew where the ICU of the hospital was, she spent most of her time there. They had started calling it the miracle wing. Adriel's room was the first room.
"Ma'am, you can't go in there. Family only." Amariah rolled her eyes turning to the nurse. "I'm his girlfriend, he doesn't have family, it's just me." He just has me and I left him. The nurse opened the door for her, she rushed over to his side. Amariah took his hand almost dropping it from how cold it was. Lucifer had drained him...and Amariah was to weak herself to replace what Lucifer had taken. She was thankful this time that Gabriel had followed her.
"You need to heal him. I'm too weak, I can't." Gabriel seemed very hesitant. "Perhaps, Adriel dying is for the best Amariah." Amariah glared at the angel before her. "I will heal him, but it will leave me in the same state he is in now. I would like to see you explain that to my father." She had learned to become manipulative on her time on earth, rarely did she use it, but now she had to.
Amariah watched carefully, making sure Gabriel was doing everything right. When Adriel started to stir, Amariah ran back over to him, smiling when his eyes opened. Tears filled her eyes but for a different reason now, out of sheer relief. "Adriel. I'm so sorry...If I hadn't left..." She gently squeezed his hand a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please forgive me."